Page 13 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

“Actually, one time, I went to pick a girl up for a date and the whole night she acted weird. I couldn’t figure out why.” He started chuckling as he continued, “When I went to kiss her at the end, she literally started gagging and finally told me that I had a smashed bug on my face.”

Katie’s sweet laughter joined his. “I’m guessing you didn’t go out with her again?”

He shook his head. “I was eighteen and angry. I just roared off, and when I saw her around, I ignored her. Another flaw I guess. I don’t like to be made a fool of and I don’t let people treat me like a joke.”

Katie cocked her head and said, “I don’t really think that’s a flaw.”

He shrugged. “Let’s just say it doesn’t make me popular with most people. I’m not really a filter kind of guy. You piss me off, I’m not going to pretend it’s all fine and dandy. Guess that’s one way we differ.”

He saw that flare again, the one he noticed every time she had something to say but held it in. It started to cool and he grabbed her around her waist, pulling her to him. “Don’t. Don’t hold it in with me. I’ve got a pretty thick skin: I’m sure I can take whatever you wanna dish out.”

When she didn’t respond right away, he figured she was going to bottle it up anyway. Instead she blurted, “I am not spineless. I was just taught to always put my best behavior out there and not just say whatever comes out, no matter how much I may want to sometimes. I can have an opinion without being rude.”

“Fine, so if I was to ask myself inside for a nightcap, what would you say?” he asked.

She seemed to be struggling with her answer. Her mouth started to open but snapped shut again before she could get anything out.

“You want to tell me to go to hell?” He said, smirking. It really was fun to fluster her.

She shook her head. “No. I want to tell you that I don’t have any alcohol and I didn’t get to eat dinner. I meant to go to the grocery store because I have no food in the house, but you distracted me! Coming by my work to embarrass me, and then again with that kiss . . .”

“Hey now, you came by my work and distracted me. As for the kiss, you wanted me to. And that was a good kiss, an amazing kiss. And it’s definitely something that we should do again very soon.”

“No! No more kissing. I shouldn’t have asked you to kiss me,” she said.

“Actually, it was more like a demand . . .” he said.

“The point is, it was wrong and . . .”

Abruptly, her protests stopped as he slipped his hands up and under her jaw to lift her blue eyes to his. “We are two single, consenting adults, and if you want to keep kissing me, let me be clear”—he brought his mouth closer to hers—“the feeling is completely mutual.”

Chase went in slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop him, but she didn’t. When his lips finally covered hers, she opened her mouth, their tongues meeting and melding together. He started to wrap his arms around her waist, but, remembering her tattoo, slipped his hands down to her ass instead, squeezing it and using it to press her against his aching cock.

Gasping, she yanked away from him. “What are we d

oing? We hardly know each other.”

“I thought we were getting to know each other really well,” he said.

The look in her eye told him the momentary lapse in judgment was over. He shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans and said, “I’m not going to apologize, if that’s what you’re hoping for. You want me, just like I want you.”

“I don’t even know you!” Her voice hit a shrill note and the neighbor’s dog started barking.

Chase shook his head and said, “Unless you want to be the hot new topic for the masses tomorrow, you should probably keep your voice down.”

Her eyes darted around frantically and she hissed, “Please leave.”

“I thought you were hungry. I could come in and we could order a pizza?” He gave her his best innocent smile and held his hands up. “I promise I won’t try anything else.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said, hesitating slightly.

He was going to take that as a yes. “I think it’s a spec-fucking-tacular idea. You go inside, I’ll go get food.”

Not giving her a chance to protest, he took off on his chopper and headed toward Hall’s Market. Hopefully he got back before cautious Katie had a chance to take the reins again.

THIS IS CRAZY. Absolutely certifiable. He isn’t even your type.

Okay, so she didn’t really have a type. She had only really ever been serious with her high-school boyfriend and Jimmy. All the other dates had been setups, or men she’d known forever and didn’t want to hurt their feelings when they asked her out. Chase wasn’t like any of them, though. He did what he wanted, despite how much other people’s low opinions might bother him. She envied that.

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